A Dude like her✔️

Chapter One|| Nice Rack

Chapter One|| Nice Rack

I grabbed on to my gym shorts nervously as I my eyes searched somewhere to lay on other than half naked teenage boys.

"Aren't you going to change, Sawyer?" Nick Beckham asked as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

Nick was one of the not so many friends I had acquired during the first week of school. He was a pretty cute guy. With his blond hair, lean body and rock hard abs- oh, no, I was checking him out.

"Y-yeah, I'm just waiting for the guys to come out of the restrooms," I answered.

I has managed to run to the locker room restrooms in order to change into my gym clothes, but that was going to be a problem now.

"Um, Sawyer. . ." Nick trailed off awkwardly.

"Yes, Nick?" I sighed as I stared at the restroom doors, hoping they would open.

"I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything but are you gay?" He asked.

I mean, I liked guys. But I was a girl, so I was not gay. But I was momentarily dressed as a guy, so was I gay? Hits blunt.

"Why?" I asked, still staring at the stall doors.

"Well, you have a. . . situation," he stated.

Yeah, I still hadn't fixed my dick problem. It was awfully hard trying to get it right. Leave me the fuck alone, I'll make my dick as big as I want to make it.

"It's been a long day, Nick," I deadpanned.

I could've easily just ripped my gym shorts off right now and changed had it not been for my stripped pink underwear with a rolled up tube sock beneath it.

"Yeah, I know how that feels," Nick sighed.

Ah, fuck, he looks troubled, please don't talk about your personal problems. I don't give a shit, please-

"I really like this girl, I mean I don't know her, but I've seen her lurk around a house in my neighborhood. I really want to talk to her but. . ." He trailed off and scratched his head.

"Talk to her then, " I muttered.

"Yeah, but-"

The restroom stall opened and I quickly ran in, not letting Nick finish his sentence.

•••

"Finally home," I sighed as I took the wig off my head and let my blond locks fly out.

My hair flew past my waist, which had me thinking whether I should cut it or not. But if I cut it short, I would finally stop wearing that itchy wig.

I ripped my shirt off and tried to peel the tape from my breast as gently as I could.

Fuck this shit.

When I finally peeled it all off, I turned to let my boobs air out only to find myself staring at two striking blue eyes.

The boy that I had bumped into last week.

He looked at my face, then at my breast and smirked.

"Nice rack," he mouthed.

I flung myself towards the curtains and shut them and threw on a bra and a random shirt.

I ran out of my house and knocked on my neighbor's door. The house of the boy who'd I just flashed.

The door opened and I met eyes with Nick.

"Oh, hey," he mumbled shyly.

Oh, fuck no. They lived together? Were they brothers?

"Hey, Ni- Neighbor," I quickly corrected myself, "Is your brother home?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, ugh he was so cute. "You mean Sam?"

"Yes, Sam, whatever," I smiled.

"Yeah, he's here, if you want I can call him?" He inquired.

"No need," I shoved past him, which was pretty rude but I mean, I had just flashed his brother.

"It's the third room to your right!" Nick exclaimed.

I pushed the door open and found Sam sitting in his bed, looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" He asked, a smirk rested on his face.

"You can't tell anyone," I hissed.

He rolled his eyes, "Look, I could care less if you're transgender or whatever-"

"I'm not transgender," I deadpanned, this boy knew how to get under your skin, "It's a social experiment."

"And why shouldn't I expose you?"

I sat next to him and his eyes immediately flew to my breast.

"Because," I crossed my arms, "you're a good person."

He scoffed, "Anything else?"

"I'll- I'll do anything."

He smirked. "How about you just owe me one for now."

I nodded and stood up, hurrying towards the door.

"Oh, and Sawyer."

I turned.

"You really do have a nice rack."